Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.